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Mar 8, 2010

I have a friend whose husband and daughter went to the Oscars last night (he is an animator for Disney so is a member of the Academy), and when she congratulated him on his nomination he looked at her with those dreamy eyes of his and said "Thanks, sweetie" and kissed her on the cheek.

OH MY GOD.

I now have a Six Degree relationship with George, and if you are reading this then so do you.

I think I now am entitled to be invited to his house for dinner and maybe attend the big night with him next year. It seems reasonable. I am going to call him right now. Does anyone have his cell number?

"Hello, George? This is a 6-degree relative of yours. I wanted to know if I could maybe use one of your gazillion little suites next time I'm in LA? Preferably the one facing the road so I can watch everyone go by and point at our house? And could I use your AMEX card to go shopping for the dress and jewelry I'm going to need to go to the awards with you next year? Hello? Hello, George?"